There are numerous people I could blame for my surprise Playboy magazine debut: The supple-moralled photographer at the festival where nothing was as it seemed, the influence of my fellow exhibitionists or even the butt-naked old man next to me in the photo wearing nothing but trippy-ass body paint. (If there was a culprit behind all of this I’ve decided it would definitely be him), but then again, why would I blame anyone?More »